Chapter Ten
I already knew the high of the weekend with Marissa was going to dissipate the second I stepped foot into my house and realized Holly was home. I am actually shocked that she even called me in the first place. She rarely does unless she needs me to approve a big purchase that she’s preparing to put through on the credit card. I wasn’t even expecting her to be home at all. I figured I could get in and out with a change of clothes and be ready to meet Marissa at my penthouse with roses I’d already called in to my local florist and more tea in case she still has some lingering effects of her cold.
I feel rattled the second I walk through the door, as if the previous weekend of relaxation with Marissa hadn’t happened. Despite what happened last night, I felt lighter than I have in weeks.
But the second I walked in, Holly is waiting for me in my bedroom with a saccharine grin masking her usual look of indifference.
“What are you doing in my bedroom?” I ask her as I drop my bag in my closet and begin looking for a suit to wear tomorrow. While I have suits at my penthouse, I know I have a meeting tomorrow and I wanted to wear one of the ones I keep here.
“Does a woman need a reason for wanting to be around her husband?”
“Women, no. You, yes.” I look at her and she furrows her brow before tossing a curly brown strand behind her shoulder. Once upon a time, I believed Holly to be one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met and I’ll admit even now, objectively she is a good-looking woman. Despite her very ugly personality. Long, glossy, chestnut hair, green eyes, high cheekbones, and a button nose. A nose that isn’t exactly the same as when I met her but I never asked or cared what she’d done to alter her appearance once she got her hands on my money. I’m fairly certain she got a boob job at one point also, but again, I hadn’t asked and she hadn’t offered up the information so I figured that meant I was supposed to pretend she’d always looked this way.
She runs a hand through her hair and tucks a leg under her. “What are you doing?”
“I have an early business meeting. I’m staying in the city,” I tell her without even a glance towards her.
“Wow,” she says and I can hear that tone that drives me crazy. “You must really like her.” I don’t respond, not wanting to engage with her. “A weekend in the city plus another night? She know you’re married?” I walk out of my closet and come face to face with Holly who’s got the smuggest grin on her face.
“What do you want, Holly? Just tell me what it is, so you can go.”
“Nothing? I’m just catching up with my husband.”
I chuckle as I open the bag I’d just taken to New York. “Funny how you only call me your husband when it suits you.”
“I always think of you as my husband. It’s you that forgets you have a wife.”
“Trust me. I remember,” I grit out as I zip up the garment bag with my suit. “I’ll be in the city.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” she says. “Does she know you’re married?”
I want to react. I want to tell her that Marissa does and as soon as the workday begins Monday morning, I plan to be in touch with my lawyer to figure out what I can do to change that. But I don’t want to show my hand. I don’t want Holly to know that her days of calling herself my wife are numbered, especially because she doesn’t even care about the title past anything financial.
Feeling what I feel for Marissa has made me realize that I really can’t be with Holly forever.
I want more.
“I’ll see you later, Holly.” I zip my weekender back up and sling it over my shoulder. She follows me out of my room but doesn’t say anything. I move down the spiral staircase but I don’t hear her footsteps behind me nor does she follow me into the garage. Maybe she knows that this woman means more because rarely do I spend this many consecutive days out of the house. Maybe I should be more concerned about her realizing that fact but I don’t care. All I care about is being at my penthouse when Marissa shows up.
I’ve just finished lighting another candle in the living room when I hear the ding of the elevator and then she’s walking towards me like she’s confused as to how she got here. She turns around to look at the elevator and then back at me, her eyes still wide like a deer caught in headlights. “It opens…” Her mouth drops open in surprise. “Wow.”
I walk towards her, my body already releasing the tension it felt over the conversation with Holly at just the mere sight of Marissa’s smile.
“Wow is right,” I say just before I pull her into a hug and squeeze her like I haven’t seen her in days and not the hour it’s been since I dropped her off. She changed into leggings and a cropped t-shirt underneath a leather jacket and the sight of her ass in that tight material makes my dick hard instantly. She has a bag tucked under her arm that I pull from her and drop to the ground at our feet before pressing my lips to hers. “I’m glad you’re here,” I tell her when I pull away and grab her hand.
Her eyes immediately find the crimson-colored roses on the island in the kitchen and she glances back at me. “Those for me?” I nod as she takes a sniff of them and drags her fingertips over the petals. “They’re so pretty. I wish I could take them home,” she says and I make a mental note to have some delivered to her house.
“Do you want a tour?” I ask her and she shoots me a wicked glare and drags her hands underneath my shirt.
“Maybe after?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “After?”
She pushes herself against me and presses her mouth to my neck. The softness of her lips sends a shudder through me. “I think we have a problem, Chris.”
“Oh?” I lift her into my arms and immediately she wraps her legs around my waist as she trails kisses down my neck. “What’s that?” I ask her as I walk us up the flight of stairs toward my bedroom. She pulls her jacket off, letting it fall somewhere on the stairs, followed by her shirt which she pulls over her head leaving her in a lace practically see-through bra that her nipples are poking through.
“Just the thought of you makes me wet.”
My dick hardens even more. “Is that so?”
“When I got out of my car downstairs, it’s like my body knew you were close by.” I walk her into my bedroom and push her hard against one of the walls just as her hands push into my hair forcing my face upward towards hers. She presses her lips to mine and I groan against hers.
“Every part of me can sense when you’re close,” I tell her. “Your scent is all over Beckham Securities and it drives me crazy.” I reluctantly set her on her feet and my dick throbs painfully, like it’s not on board with the idea of not having her pressed up against me. I drop to my knees in front of her, pull off her tennis shoes, and then slowly slide her leggings down. “Whenever you’ve been in my office, it takes a full ten minutes for my dick to go down.” She puts her hands on my shoulders to balance herself while I pull her leggings off. I hadn’t realized she unsnapped her bra until it drops to the floor next to me. I look to the discarded lace before I slowly drag my eyes up the length of her body and meet her hooded gaze. “It’s only a matter of time before I have to bend you over my desk to take the edge off and get me through the day.”
She licks her lips and I take the waistband of her underwear between my teeth and slowly move them down. My lips brush against her mound in the process and I watch the goosebumps erupt on her flesh. Once they hit the ground and she steps out of them, I not only sense how wet she is, but I can see it. Her wetness clings to her pussy and my mouth waters for a taste of it.
I stand up and I want to laugh at the pout on her face when she realizes I’m not going to devour her cunt yet. “On the bed.”
She narrows her eyes at me before she begins to slowly walk towards the bed, her eyes still glaring sexily at me with every step. She sits on the bed, her legs slightly spread and I pull the t-shirt I’m wearing over my head. I watch as her eyes light up full of excitement the second my naked torso comes into view and it never gets old witnessing her reaction to me getting undressed. I know I have a nice body, and I’m used to looks of appreciation, but there’s something different about getting that kind of reaction from the woman I’m obsessed with.
I watch as her eyes ping-pong from my eyes to my chest to my covered dick. Her bottom lip makes its way between her teeth and one of her fingers slides through her sex and I watch as a sexy shiver wracks her body. “God you’re hot.”
“Fuck.” I groan, the visual stimulation of seeing her rub one and then two of her fingers over her clit almost too much. I’m on the bed and between her legs in an instant, wanting a closer look of her fingering herself. She starts to pull away when I grab her wrist, holding it in place. I use my other hand to push her to her back and then I let my tongue gently brush against her cunt, dragging against her two fingers in the process. She lets out a whimper as she continues to rub her clit and I slide my tongue into her opening.
“Chris…” She moans. “I need…fuck. I’m going to come.” I pull away from her and grab her hand, removing it from between her legs and she cries out. “No!”
I suck her fingers into my mouth, licking all the traces of her pussy from her before setting it down next to her and settling between her legs. I take a slow lick through her sex before swirling my tongue in a circle on her clit and her hands find their way into my hair pulling me harder against her. I feel her raise her hips to get closer to me, and fuck me , I wish either of us knew a way to get us closer because I’d surely fucking do it.
“I want to sit on your face,” she says, her voice shaky and breathy with a hint of desperation. Almost as if she’s asking as more of a formality but she’s not above pushing me to my back and mounting my face.
I don’t think she’s counting on how bad I want just that because I’m on my back and have my hands wrapped around her hips, pulling her to straddle my face all in the span of a second. She gasps when I pull her hard against my mouth, my tongue already inside of her. “Wait!” she cries as she looks down at me, and when our eyes meet, I give her a look that I hope she reads as yeah fucking right. “I wanted to sixty-nine, hello!?” She points behind her to my dick.
“Tough.” I grit against her. “You didn’t specify so I made an executive decision,” I tell her between light licks on her clit. Her hands reach up to grab her breasts and she pinches both of her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she begins to move her hips slightly against my mouth. “Seems like you’re okay with it.” I wink at her, and put a hand on each of her ass cheeks, pulling her so she’s practically sitting on my face and she cries out when I grip her tighter, letting my nails press into her flesh.
“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Between your stubble and your fingers and your tongue, it’s so much.” She cries out just as her hands reach behind her to grip my thighs. I’m not sure if it’s for balance or to give herself some leverage to grind against my mouth but she begins moving her hips like she would if she were riding my dick. My cock tingles almost painfully, like it can feel her cunt around it and then I feel her hand on my dick, rubbing it.
“Get it out,” she commands me. I take my hands off her ass and manage to slide my sweatpants down slightly to release my dick and I’m glad I’d had the foresight to take off my briefs before she got here. She looks down at me for the span of a second, long enough for me to watch her spit in her hand, and then reaches behind her. She finds my dick instantly, wraps her hand around it, and moves up and down in time with the way she’s fucking my face.
“Christ, Marissa. You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” My eyes slam shut as I feel my orgasm start to build brought on by her hand and her taste. “Stop, if you don’t want me to come all over your hand,” I tell her and she halts her movements.
“Do you care about your blankets?”
“Fuck no,” I grunt just before sucking her clit into my mouth.
“Oh!” She moans and I know she’s been close for a while. My eyes dart up and I see her head tipped back and then she squeezes my dick a little harder just as her cunt pulses around my tongue. “Fuck yes,” she whimpers as she jacks me off through the entirety of her orgasm. She moves her hips in a circle, “Chris, oh my god, yessss.” And my name leaving her lips in that sexy voice tips me over the edge, and I feel myself releasing god knows where.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan into her cunt and I hear her giggle and I don’t know if it’s from the vibrations against her or the hot cum trickling down her hand or maybe both.
I eventually feel her hand leave my dick and when I open my eyes, I see her dragging her tongue along her palm with a wicked smile on her face. I place another kiss on her cunt and she squeals before climbing off of me and then I’m on top of her, my lips attached to hers. I kick my sweats off, leaving us both completely naked and I fucking love feeling her smooth skin against mine. She kisses me back with equal enthusiasm like she cares more about keeping our mouths pressed together than she does about taking a breath.
She wraps her legs around my waist and even though I’d just come everywhere, just feeling the heat of her cunt against me is enough to make me hard again.
“You’re hard again?”
“It seems to be what happens whenever you’re close by.” The kiss turns wetter and more aggressive and I don’t miss all of the sexy whimpers that leave her every time my cock brushes against her cunt.
“You taste like me,” she whispers just before she drags her tongue along mine.
“My favorite fucking taste,” I tell her. I don’t know how long we are like this, our arms and legs intertwined as we kiss like two people who are slowly falling into something deeper, but at some point, she pulls away. Her lips are swollen and pink and her brown eyes are slightly glassy.
“What is it?” I ask her and she pulls away, letting her chin rest on my chest as she looks up at me with those eyes I could easily get lost in.
“I wish I’d met you before you were married.”
I move us so we are lying on our sides facing each other and prop my head up on one hand. “So do I.”
“Where does she think you are right now?” she asks as she slowly blinks the tears out of her eyes.
“Here,” I tell her honestly.
“Does she think you’re alone?”
“No.”
She sits up and I wonder if telling her that was the wrong answer. “So, she knows about me?” she asks weakly and I watch her scrunch her nose.
I sit up and reach for her, hoping I can stop her from shutting down on me. “She knows there’s a woman in my life.”
She lets out a sigh and drops her head to my shoulder before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I really don’t want to let you go.”
I pull her away from my neck and meet her sad gaze. “Who’s letting anyone go?”
“I’m not that naive to think that this is going to be easy. And you stand to lose the most…I just…” She swallows nervously. “Right now, things are exciting and fun and new and sexy and I know there’s a possibility that when the novelty wears off, you may rethink the choice of wanting to blow up your entire life.”
“Marissa—” I start.
“No, I know you say it’s not like that but…it’s just hard for me to not have that thought in the back of my mind. You have so much to lose.”
“Maybe, but the tradeoff is getting you. I’m gaining what I want the most,” I tell her and watch the worry leave her face as she relaxes in my arms. “I get it. You think I’m just reacting impulsively to the most amazing sex of my life with the woman I haven’t been able to shake for months.” I grin at her and a shy grin finds her face. “But it really is bigger than that.” I sigh. “I want to be with you, Marissa. But on the off chance it doesn’t work out between us, I still need a divorce. I’m only thirty-four, and I can’t spend the rest of my life in this marriage. Now that I’ve seen that this is possible, I want it. I don’t want a life of complacency. I want to be married to the love of my life and Holly isn’t it.”